The Top Fishing
Chapter 686 - 291: Dealing with the Swan

Chapter 686: Chapter 291: Dealing with the Swan

However, he didn’t rush to help subdue the prey that had lost the chance to escape; instead, he stood observing with heavy breaths.

Today’s soaring kick had not been as lethal as Lin Yang had expected, but for a first-time hunt of a large flying bird, the performance had been satisfactory. What remained to be seen was Little White’s fighting spirit.

Just like the first cunning rabbit, Little White had also learned the weaknesses of its prey during combat. Once it got the hang of it, subsequent fights would become easier.

What he needed to do now was to provide Little White with backup and to ensure it didn’t get hurt accidentally.

The ground combat had reached a fever pitch, and Little White stopped attacking from low altitude, opting to fight on the ground instead, constantly jumping and scratching at the swan’s vital areas like its chest and wings.

There’s a saying that size comes with strength, and the Little Swan, weighing over ten pounds, perfectly illustrated this point. The weakness of smaller birds did not apply to the swan, especially the wings, which had become weapons for defense and even attack.

After several attempts, Little White quickly shifted its target from the wings to the neck.

Indeed, the neck was the swan’s vulnerability.

After several clawings, Little White gripped the swan’s neck with its talons and used its body weight to bring the swan down. Its powerful serrated beak followed, stripping feathers and breaking the neck bone, quickly getting the situation under control.

"Haha, brothers, Little White’s first battle is a success!" Lin Yang laughed heartily at this scene.

The camera zoomed in from mid-air, giving Little White a close-up shot soon afterward.

After the intense struggle, Little White, now panting heavily with its beak wide open and its iron talons gripping the swan’s neck tightly, had flung bright red blood everywhere as it plucked feathers, a scene that did not come off as gruesome but gave viewers a sense of desolate primitiveness instead.

Having witnessed it all, Lin Yang felt his blood boiling with excitement—this feeling was simply too great.

For hundreds and thousands of years, his ancestors had used such methods to capture swans, these elusive large birds, collecting swan down that was more precious than gold to present to emperors for making grand banners. And now, through his cooperation with Little White, he had successfully recreated the grandeur of ancient swan hunting.

"Damn, this is too thrilling, freaking awesome, so full of adrenaline, I don’t even know how to describe it!"

"Can’t help it, who knows where eagle hunting is legal overseas? I’ve got to experience this for myself no matter what."

The barrage was completely covered by exclamation-filled comments, offering a whole new sensation, a vastly different experience from playing games or showing off.

If the experience of watching such wilderness survival live streams was a 1, then the scene of Hai Dongqing hunting the swan had just amplified the experience to a 10—it was a tenfold increase.

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On the killing ground, Little White had almost finished the fight. The intense sky-high ascension combined with the high-intensity ground struggle had exhausted Little White significantly. It was now panting with its beak wide open, wings fully extended to maintain balance, occasionally dealing with the prey’s sporadic resistance.

Lin Yang had been watching from a position seven or eight meters away for a while. Confirming that Little White had completely subdued the prey, he crouched forward.

This time, he didn’t use bait to replace the prey but took out his hunting knife, making a horizontal cut under the swan’s jaw, along the trachea, then moving the knife tip down to slice a long wound below the neck, peeling off a large piece of skin to reveal the bright flesh underneath.

He whistled, urging to eat.

The feathers on the swan’s neck were much thicker and more firmly rooted than they appeared, extending deep into the skin. Little White had been busy for a while yet had plucked only a small area.

But he had swiftly cleared the feeding area in no time.

This was the honor Little White deserved. As Lin Yang whistled for feeding, Little White lowered its head to tear off big chunks.

For a battle of this level, Little White could at most fight once or twice a day. As this had been their first formal Pan Hunting, Lin Yang had no intention of continuing the hunt today. Instead, he let Little White feast to enjoy the glory of victory.

With this in mind, he let Little White continue to feed until its crop was almost bulging with bones. Only then did he stop.

Looking at Little White now, without any deliberate smearing by Lin Yang, its head, beak, and chest were smeared with the swan’s blood, looking like a fierce war god indeed.

"Brothers, Little White has basically recovered to its peak state, but it still lacks the necessary skills to hunt down Little Swans, like the core high-dive and swoop impact, which lacked precision and wasn’t a fatal hit. Little White has eaten its fill, so let me show you where it landed its first kick."

As Lin Yang spoke, he placed a hood on Little White and set it aside.

He then picked up the plump swan, lifting it in his hands.

It was only when he held it that everyone realized just how big the Little Swan was.

This was a subadult male swan with a wingspan exceeding 1.2 meters and weighing over 12 pounds. Apart from the long neck that had been gnawed by Little White and looked unsightly, the rest of the bird was nearly flawless.

Upon a close inspection, it was evident that the swan’s feathers were very thick. Beneath the large feathers was a layer of thick down for warmth. Lin Yang rummaged through the down for a while before the camera focused on the spot Little White had first attacked.

This place was on the left side of the back where the swan’s neck and torso met. The smooth feathers here were noticeably missing a corner, presenting a clear dent. He continued to pull feathers from the damaged spot, soon revealing the area that had been kicked.